Careers for Kids

My son comes to me extremely upset and crying.  "Mama, they won't let me on the trampoline."  He is referring to his younger sister, and the much-too-old-to-be-playing-with-preschoolers neighbor.

"Mama, don't you give them any money either.  They won't let me play."

"I'm not.  Honey, why would I give them money?," because I was puzzled and couldn't help myself.

"They said they were going to make a lot of money dancing so they could buy whatever they want.  They said I couldn't play with their stuff.  Please don't give them any money for dancing!"

"Oh, really!" I said.  Then I turned to the trampoline... 

"GEEEEE!  Get your butt over here!  Play nice with your brother, or I'll send Nessie home.  And DO NOT tell people that you will make money dancing.  If you want to make some money, clean your room or feed the dog like every other kids does."  

I think I may have finally figured out exactly what the woman next door does for a living...